I Bullied the Future Mafia's Boss(Dark Bl)

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

### Chapter 1: A New Beginning

  Lucas stood at the imposing gates of Crestwood High School, feeling the weight of his world collapse upon his shoulders. The grand, wrought-iron gates loomed before him, their intricate designs casting long shadows in the overcast sky. The once-familiar world of comfort and security had been ripped away from him just months before. A tragic accident had claimed his family and left him a disoriented orphan, cast adrift into a sea of uncertainty.

The sky above was a dull gray, mirroring the turmoil within him. As the school bell rang sharply through the crisp morning air, Lucas sighed heavily. He shuffled through the crowded hallways, each step feeling heavier than the last. The walls of Crestwood High seemed to press in on him, lined with faded lockers and an array of colorful posters promoting school events and clubs—symbols of a world Lucas felt increasingly detached from. His gaze remained fixed on the floor, his dark hair falling across his face like a curtain of shadows.

The cacophony of student chatter and laughter was an assault on his already frayed nerves. Their voices were a backdrop of intrusive noise that felt like a mockery of his inner turmoil. Each burst of laughter seemed to echo with a cruel irony, amplifying his sense of isolation and anger. The sensation that everyone was observing him, judging him, only deepened his feelings of alienation unaware it was one of awe of the handsome young man.

Lucas finally located his homeroom, a large, sterile classroom with rows of desks and a whiteboard at the front. The room was filled with the scent of dry erase markers and the faint, musty odor of old textbooks. He slumped into a seat at the back, his posture a clear declaration of his disinterest. The teacher, a middle-aged woman with an air of weariness, began to drone on about the rules of Crestwood High. Her voice was a monotonous murmur, punctuated only by the occasional rustling of papers or the shuffling of feet. Lucas’s attention was elsewhere—his mind was already plotting how he would defy any attempt to control him.

The afternoon arrived with a sluggish crawl. As lunch period began, Lucas found himself wandering towards the school park. The park was a stark contrast to the rigid confines of the school building. It was a sprawling, green expanse dotted with ancient trees and uneven pathways. The air was filled with the rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds—a natural symphony that contrasted sharply with the artificial sounds of the school. Lucas gravitated towards a secluded spot beneath a large, gnarled oak tree. Its branches formed a dense canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground and creating a private enclave away from prying eyes.

He sank down onto the grass, the cool, slightly damp blades brushing against his legs. His striking features, framed by the wild fall of his dark hair, were partially hidden by the shadows of the tree. He gazed into the distance, his thoughts a swirling mix of bitterness and resignation. The solitude of the park seemed to amplify his sense of disconnection. To other students, he was a figure of intrigue and mystery, but Lucas remained oblivious to their fascination, absorbed in his own melancholic contemplation.

As he sat lost in his thoughts, a group of older students entered the park. They moved with a purposeful air, their presence marked by an aura of defiance and danger. The leader of the group was Kane—a tall, imposing figure with a muscular build and a swagger that exuded confidence. Kane’s dark hair was styled with a deliberate messiness, and his eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and challenge. His three other friends trailed behind him, their expressions a blend of curiosity and respect.

Kane spotted Lucas almost immediately and led his group towards him with a casual but deliberate stride. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow on the ground as they approached.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Kane called out, his tone a mixture of mockery and genuine interest. “You look like you don’t belong here.”

Lucas raised his gaze slowly, his piercing blue eyes meeting Kane’s with a cold, unyielding intensity. “Maybe I don’t. What’s it to you?”